Hello, what's your name?
Broken? Same as mine,
Seems all people are the same,
So why do we say we're fine?
We don't accept the truth,
We're broken people,
Shattered from our youth,
Fading till we're feeble.
Old, and dying,
Young, and falling,
Old, not flying,
Young, still crawling.
There is one hope,
For this lost world . . .
Be humble and kind,
Accept that you're broken,
Don't say your fine,
Leave those words unspoken.
Lift each other up,
Quit tearing the other apart,
Mend and heal the cut,
We put on our own heart.
. . .
©adurna
A